Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this yere
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and
to lace this game, nigga
Do it the way we do it with E 4 0, Charlie

Look, I went rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

I represent mines, Hot
Slip up my click rides, get shot, boy
how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin' niggaz
Then where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

get this shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and that action
Hooded up with dem and face-maskin', camouflage fashion

I'm all about luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you gotta it
(What else?)
There's a lot of out here gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

Freezer burn platinum on my
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty Twinkies
(Look at me)

I'm that, it's like that, what?
I'm like that, like that
(Look at me)

Charlie on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold Zenith wides and
snuffin' down, right next to me is the call from the frogs

Sound on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
trees with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle up

I don't associate or surround with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it tough
the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons

Gangsters, killers might not even look like
With up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a bitch
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some
inside when I ride bitch
And I'ma hide hoes behind Limo tints

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich,
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a
Shine, tape got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? Gon' be here ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these hoes back to time
So nigga that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and that hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
So nigga, fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo'

Now, now, here come the
Wayne, you can call me
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right behind me, I'm too fast

I pull on the grass, they want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you my cheese
I'm duckin' sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us, boi, go

E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys, beyotch

and the HB's in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you heard me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the one stun'na
Baby, Gold, ya heard me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you respect it
off the heezy, what? Beyotch